"Truer Than Most" lyrics
I'm truer than most, I stand on it, I never did too much
I done felt my life increasing pour more lean to pick me up
Fuck an emotion I'm having that without the E I'm slime enough
Seen niggas hate then get in my face, they teeth and palms tryna dap me up
Nigga, I give a fuck about a regular hoe
I give a fuck about a rapper opinion
I got a sprite full of tris
I add some tuss in this bitch it look like a minion
I don't thank nobody but God and my OG's and me
This niggas that a jail talk you to death them gangster stories weak
We can't go bacc it's paid gang
A 50 stater the same thing
I seen niggas turn they life up
Tryna leach up of my name
Kept my distance I'm in tune but a lil twisted
My safe getting overcrowded
I buy another and stack digits
They know the business
Too much talking a show yo hand a lil' too much
Sometimes it's better to leave some things unsaid
(Do more talk less)
(You said what?)
Feet to the floor price rising get with me
Trap beating paper ugly but my bitch pretty
Piece shoppin tryna catch some I brought a dime with me
It's a button on every g but I got aim shoot semi
Nigga fuck a detox I just need more wock
Drink water and lean but I don't drink clean pop
We a wipe a nigga nose folks nem the top opp
I got paintings on the wall bitcoin and za
Ay
Niggas gotta get up with me, he mad his bitch wanna hump me
I got a honey bun in a snack bag sweet loving
Ain't nobody came to see you Otis, trap David Ruffin
I got shoppers in and out it's top product for the customers
Push weight and I ain't seen a gym flex the biceps
Diamonds g colored bitch starring give ya eye rest
50 stater face card swipe like an Amex
7-6 Deuce four attachments no apex
Niggas talk for no reason, say more nah say less
Mixing lean up in different pops tryna taste test
I ain't with the fake friends truthfully I hate niggas
Broke bitch show me a loose thousand ill pay niggas
Smart bitch get money style OD
I told her I been on her trail she gotta know me
Niggas take swag and run with it, this ain't no sub lease
My circle full of dog shit we boost economies
His bitch left with me he called 12 for kidnapping
I heard yo brother nem got smoked I don't know what happened
These niggas slow I ain't even sprinting boy I been lapped them
I strike then I strike twice for the care package
I done felt my life increasing pour more lean to pick me up
Fuck an emotion I'm having that without the E I'm slime enough
Seen niggas hate then get in my face, they teeth and palms tryna dap me up
Nigga, I give a fuck about a regular hoe
I give a fuck about a rapper opinion
I got a sprite full of tris
I add some tuss in this bitch it look like a minion
I don't thank nobody but God and my OG's and me
This niggas that a jail talk you to death them gangster stories weak
We can't go bacc it's paid gang
A 50 stater the same thing
I seen niggas turn they life up
Tryna leach up of my name
Kept my distance I'm in tune but a lil twisted
My safe getting overcrowded
I buy another and stack digits
They know the business
Too much talking a show yo hand a lil' too much
Sometimes it's better to leave some things unsaid
(Do more talk less)
(You said what?)
Feet to the floor price rising get with me
Trap beating paper ugly but my bitch pretty
Piece shoppin tryna catch some I brought a dime with me
It's a button on every g but I got aim shoot semi
Nigga fuck a detox I just need more wock
Drink water and lean but I don't drink clean pop
We a wipe a nigga nose folks nem the top opp
I got paintings on the wall bitcoin and za
Ay
Niggas gotta get up with me, he mad his bitch wanna hump me
I got a honey bun in a snack bag sweet loving
Ain't nobody came to see you Otis, trap David Ruffin
I got shoppers in and out it's top product for the customers
Push weight and I ain't seen a gym flex the biceps
Diamonds g colored bitch starring give ya eye rest
50 stater face card swipe like an Amex
7-6 Deuce four attachments no apex
Niggas talk for no reason, say more nah say less
Mixing lean up in different pops tryna taste test
I ain't with the fake friends truthfully I hate niggas
Broke bitch show me a loose thousand ill pay niggas
Smart bitch get money style OD
I told her I been on her trail she gotta know me
Niggas take swag and run with it, this ain't no sub lease
My circle full of dog shit we boost economies
His bitch left with me he called 12 for kidnapping
I heard yo brother nem got smoked I don't know what happened
These niggas slow I ain't even sprinting boy I been lapped them
I strike then I strike twice for the care package
Writer(s): Zahir Myles
